Music : Ian Smith
For real
Ooh-ooh, oh
For real
Yeah, yeah
It's time to hang the hats up
I just came back from some shit I shouldn't have come back from
Made a million off my decision making from last month
So **** hearin' back from y'all I ain't heard back from
I'm showin' love for all the kids who ain't never had none
I could bring a family to the kids who never had one
This is the beginning of the end for all you bastards
Can't stop the kid from going in, and one
This feels like the point I'm supposed to become a man at
Could y'all recommend me some places to make my friends at?
You gon' do it better by yourself? Go ahead then
If shit don't pan out, I know where I'm gon' find yo hands at
Go Ian, go Ian, go
Go Ian, go Ian, go
Y'all only ****in' with Ian 'cause he handsome
Really hate that pretty mother****er with a passion
Ian still a kid but everybody got it backwards
So really, he the realest if we really check facts and
Anything, ask him, he gon' have an answer
Anything, pass him, he gon' pass it faster
All white as tin, flipflops are matchin'
I hope everybody back home still laughin'
Right now, you mean zero to me
I never said I needed you to be a hero for me
Oh, you ain't get shit from me?
You think this Limo was free?
You think the penthouse was free?
You think them lawyers was cheap?
I put them shoes on your feet
You got them lawyers from me
I don't know who to believe
But I know who I could be
And I can help you achieve
But you wouldn't do it for me
Bitch, you clueless if you think you ever ruinin' me
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh